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Me:
Fuck. Off.
Slipping the phone back into my pocket, I follow the paramedics out to their ambulance. Phoenix finds out which hospital they are going to, and I walk toward my car once I know.
Cam is still MIA, and I still want to pummel his face in. The fact that he can’t be a decent human being and just help Raelyn pisses me off. And he doesn’t see what is right in front of him. The one thing he is scared of.
And it won’t be Raelyn that makes it come true. It will be him.
He will be the one who rips apart this team.
She’s innocent in all this. She has no one to count on, and as we have seen today, people can still hurt her. All we have tried to do is to keep her safe. Just until we can get answers and she can remember things.
And even keeping her from danger, we are failing at it.
I clench my fists and punch the side of my SUV. Pain radiates through my hand. We were right there, and she still got hurt. We were in the same fucking building. I wasn’t there to save her. I wasn’t there to make sure she was out of trouble. And someone hurt her.
There is no way I will be leaving her side now. You couldn’t pay me enough to turn and walk away. Not until I know that she is safe. Not until I know who the bastard is who took her.
I will make him pay. Just like I will make whoever hurt her now pay.
I will find whoever did this.
And I promise,I will fucking destroy them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
TRISTAN
“How long have you been here?”a nurse asks from beside me. Her raven hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She has on scrubs covered in hearts, and the pink color of the scrubs stands out compared to the dull bland room of beige around us.
“I’m not leaving.” I look back at Raelyn in the bed, staring lifelessly out the window, her eyes never moving. A permanent frown mars her beautiful lips.
A couple hours ago, local police came in and took her statement. John, Phoenix’s friend from the FBI, came in to do the same. Well, not officially, as he put it. He doesn’t have jurisdiction right now, because it’s at the local level. That doesn’t mean he’s not looking into it on his own time.
“You’ll never get him to leave,” Drew says as he walks in. “So just let him be.”
The nurse hums in disapproval but says nothing more as she checks Raelyn’s vitals. Good. Because Drew is right. I’m not leaving.
“Rae?” Drew slowly approaches her. “How is she doing?” He looks between me and the nurse.
“She is a bit catatonic. But she should come out of it once the shock wears off. Her head wound was thankfully not that bad. But the doctor will come in and fill you in.” The nurse types something in the computer and then leaves.
A few seconds after she departs the room, Kayce and Cameron come in. I groan at the sight of Cam. I know he doesn’t want to be here, so I don’t know why he bothers to show up.
“What’s the verdict?” Cam asks.
I watch Raelyn as Cam speaks. She flinches slightly at the sound of his voice. She told me her nightmare had Cam in it, but she didn’t go into specifics.
I held her until she fell back asleep. Letting her cry on my chest, trying to calm her shaking. I have no idea why she feels comfortable with me or why I feel drawn to protect her, but that’s what’s happening. And I’m not fighting it.
“We’re waiting on the doctor,” Drew states with a shrug.
“Do we know anything?” Kayce asks softly.
“Thankfully, the hit to the head wasn’t bad. But that’s kinda all we know.” Drew runs a hand down his face. “Her state right now is that of shock. She should come out of it soon.”
Kayce comes over to the bed. “Hey, Rae, doll, it’s Kayce. You’re gonna be okay. I promise to cook you whatever you want when we get you home. I will even let you win a game of pool.”